[untitled] part oneA Story by Somebody you've already forgotenthis is a story of a woman who helps a boyHe was in the woods when I saw him crying while on my morning jog. "what is wrong little one?" I asked concerned He looked a little shocked when I asked him this as if no one had ever asked him that. I continued to look at him trying to figure out if he was hurt or not. He had lots of bruises and scraps all over his face, and I was worried there would be more under neath his clothes. "I..I..who are you?" He stammered "I am Alice dear child and who might you be" I asked him this, but still not forgetting my first question which he had still not answered. "I'm Jack" He replied "Well hello there Jack are you hurt" I asked "Yes" He simply replied "Where" I asked him "Everywhere" He said and then started sobbing I grabbed him into a long and gentle hug, and tried to sooth him as best as to my abilities. I then kissed him gently on the head and cradeled him in my arms. After a few minutes of him crying into my shirt I pressed him tightly against me and then slowly got up. "It's going to be okay Jack I will make it okay" I gently told him "Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked "Why wouldn't I" I asked him "Because no body is nice to me my fater says I am worthless" He replies "Sweety your not worthless. Why would your dad say something like that?" I whisper to him "Because he hates me" He replies As I realized something I asked him a very serious question. "Jack did your father do this to you?" I asked extremly concerned "Ye.. ye..yes" He managed to chock out between sobs "Dose he hurt you alot?" I asked with sadness and anger welling up inside me "Yes all the time" He say He tells me all about how his mom died in an accident and his dad takes out the anger and sadness out on him. He also tells me that he dosn't ever wanna go home to him again, and I start to think I should take him in. I have always wanted a son. "Whould you like to live with me'' I ask him He looks up at me and says "yes" I take him home and give him my spare bedroom, but he sleeps in my bed with me because he still has nightmares about his dad. I still worry about him, but he seems to be getting better, and with time I think we can be a wonderful family.
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5 Reviews Added on April 17, 2009 Last Updated on May 19, 2009 AuthorSomebody you've already forgotenNo where you've heard of, TNAboutI guess I must be Jamie But I just don't know anymore... I love writing and finding quotes here are some for you first up Edgar Allan Poe -I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat -Poetry is t.. more..Writing
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